Tag: Poems

I SHUT MY EYES & COUNT TO THREE

‘A long way from home – the first living thing you’ll see’ Written in the first person and based on an interview with a refugee on TV a while back. It stayed with me. I walked from somewhere into nowhere As a lonesome refugee No possessions, but in my pocket Safe and sound, a memory

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A CONCRETE FOREST ACROSS AN OCEAN

‘The Forest of Dreams’ Walking in the middle of the forest, taking a few pics along the way, I looked up, saw a buzzard preparing to swoop down on his prey. Nature at work. Then later, thinking about racist humans at work, I couldn’t help but compare the two. Up above the buzzards’ waiting Singing

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DEAD DAYS, NEW IDEAS

What does a musician do when the virus has caused the market to be as good as dead? In my case it’s about thinking of other ways of using my music in a way that has a purpose. In this case a marketing purpose – a promo video with backing music for authors.  Better put,

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I’LL SETTLE FOR ADIEU

‘Un jour, je reviendrai’ Living proof a lyricist can get away with murder. Here’s some new words I’ve been playing around with. Give me an illusion, a multi-coloured fusion Give me back that sense of deja vu Give me toast and honey, car keys and loads of money And a guarantee that when I find

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THE SAD SONG SET YOU FREE

‘The Whole of The Moon’ Two pieces of music today. First my instrumental piece, ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’, then, after the words, a song called ‘Red Planet’. Both numbers were on my mind when writing these words. In-between each verse a few garden pics. Places I’ve been yet never seen And castles in the

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CANDY FLOSS EQUATIONS

I know these times aren’t for joking, and I mean no harm, but check out the place of origin of my American Fender Telecaster above. I’ve tried playing with gloves on but it’s not the same. Anyway, here’s my dig at politicians worldwide. I might get a song out of it one day. It’s called

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FAKE IMMORTALS

‘The Day After’ by Zoolon A LIFE – I hope you enjoy; Misty morning, starless night E minor clad in grey not white There are heroes saying nothing There are angels staying schtum While out there on the streets you’ll find The fake immortals and thoughtless dumb Each statistic, their fault They take another life

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DO YOU SEE

Artwork – Mihal Criste My post today is about Geetha Prod’hom, the only female from Geneva, Switzerland, playing chess in the grandmasters’ category. On top of that, Geetha is a lady of many skills. In her own words, and taken from her ABOUT page on WP, “Born of an Indian father and a Tunisian mother,

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OBSERVATIONS

‘I’m good with corona’, says Mr Wolf’ Day nine, banged up. Happy most times. Daylight through a window. Vitamin D days. Running out of mushrooms. I live on mushrooms. I heard that the seagulls have gone fishing out at sea. They don’t hang around McDonald’s any more. No Grand Big Mac eaters to swoop down

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8TH MAY 1945

‘CLEVER ARTWORK FROM HUFF POST UK’ This year represents 75 years since WW2 in Europe ended, freedom was restored, fascism was defeated and both my now dead granddads got to get back home to the land they’d left behind. Without those two men I wouldn’t exist. LET THEIR NAMES BE SHOUTED OUT Let the ghosts

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